The moment the reptile emerged after entering through the door. With only two bullets left in his revolver, he marched towards the dark monastery. Strangely, he holstered his revolver. He deemed it unnecessary when he was so close to his goal. The designers were there, and the reptile deemed it necessary to give them a personal visit.
As Jackson made his way to the entrance, howls and growls emanated from the endless maze of furniture and mock displays, like a storm rapidly approaching. The reptile was close, and he knew that he had to face the enemy inside. The creatures responsible for the construction of the realm and the birth of new horrors.
Jackson entered the complex to be inside what seemed like a mockery of an inside of parliament house. Seven tall creatures, their robes made from the faces of petrified humans that hide their true form. They all stood on platforms looking down at the reptile, except for one who stood on ground level. Staring straight at the man who caused them so much trouble. It raised its scaled blue hand with feathers of silver dangling from his under arm, its clawed finger pointed at the reptile. ‘You shouldn’t be here.’ The figure hissed, its voice low and raspy, like it is trying to gasp for air.
The reptile, ignoring them, pulled out their last Charge-Spike and walked towards the figure. ‘You dare step into our halls, beast!’ The creature spat, launching a single psychic attack at Jackson, trying to break his will. Only for the reptile to shrug it off and keep moving.
‘Impossible!’ One of the creatures on the pillars spoke. ‘He should be dead.’
‘It has secrets, secrets we need.’ The creature Jackson marched towards replied as it gestured for its comrades to combine their efforts to psychically attack the reptile. The combined power of the clocked creatures forced Jackson onto his knees. His mind was pounding like they were shredding his brain with a cheese grater. Removing layers upon layers of his mental defences, poking at his mind, trying to pry it open. Jackson grunted in pain, holding them back from penetrating his mind while his nose bled. He crawled to them, sluggishly sliding his body toward their supposed leader with a fire in his heart.
‘Open your mind.’
‘Give in to our power!’
The creatures taunt, intensifying their mental assault. The reptile let out a loud yelp, stopping dead in his tracks as he let out a sharp scream. Satisfied with his pain, the creatures continued their relentless assault, putting everything they have into breaking the mind of the reptile. They knew he was ancient and full of forbidden knowledge. No one could’ve survived their realm like he had, not without knowing a thing or two. He was a threat they needed to dissect to fully comprehend.
However, their attack was fruitless. What they all thought was just an attack to break apart the defences of a reptile with an ungodly amount of mental fortitude was a ruse. Instead, the reptile allowed them to go through his first layer of mental defences so he could figure out who was who. In fury, he turned to one of the creatures standing on the pillar. The reptile’s calm and often expressionless gaze now replaced with an anger they’ve never witnessed before.
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‘Get out of my head!’ The reptile growled at one of them before he managed to isolate them in his mind. While alone and caged away, Jackson managed to build a psychic link into their own mind to deliver a simple command. Jackson’s indomitable will forced the creature to grab their head and snap their own neck.
The creatures, for a brief moment stopped their psychic attack, shocked at how a reptile managed to force one of their members to kill themselves. They knew the reptile wasn’t psychic or had any connection to magic. They were unaware of an old anti-psychic technique, one where if the person had enough will and strength of mind. They could redirect the psychic attack back into the psychic and force them to follow their will instead.
The reptile ran to the creature in front of him, only halting as the rest continued their mental assault on the reptile. But without their seventh brethren, they were not capable of completely stopping him from moving. The reptile crawled. His mouth bled as his teeth dug into his lips. The creatures tried to slow him down, but all they could do was make him angry.
He gripped the Charge-Spike tightly, his knuckles cracked as he was inches away from the creature. In an act of fury, the reptile grabbed its leg and pulled it to the ground before driving the spike through its chest, killing the leader instantly and temporarily halting their psychic attack on him.
Their moment of pause gave the reptile enough focus and strength to throw the corpse of the designer into another, but before he could witness an explosion going off. In an act of desperation, they teleported the reptile out of their realm to return him to Earth.
The creatures feared him; they knew he was too much of a threat to handle. There was nothing they could do, no plan they could come up with. Their intelligence dimmed further with every death, so did their psychic abilities. The reptile was a threat that needed to be thrown out of their realm as fast as possible before he could inflict anymore damage. How could they expect a lone man to enter their realm, their own domain, and kill like he did? The hounds, the mound of tendrils, and now them. What they thought was an easy kill turned out to be far more challenging than they could ever imagine.
Their last, and only hope to kill the reptile would meet him on Earth. Their ace in the hole, their wonder weapon. They disliked that they had to reveal their greatest creation so early, but they had no choice, not when there was something so horrific out there that could kill them so easily.